The Reincarnated Assassin is a Genius Swordsman - Chapter 643

The master of the southern prestigious family Jureon, known as the Heavenly Spear, Nedro Jureon, blinked as he watched Raon emerge from the tomb.

‘What is this?’

Is this really happening?

The warriors remaining at this site had a silent agreement. They had vowed to join forces and ambush whoever emerged with the Sword Saint’s legacy, regardless of who it was. Yet, no one was moving, as Raon had taken the initiative, causing everyone to hesitate.

According to the plan, the warriors should have been charging forward. Instead, they were watching each other warily. It was a puzzling situation.

However, Nedro could understand their hesitation. Raon Zieghart’s imposing presence was overwhelming. His aura was so intense that it seemed to shake both the earth and the sky. Who would dare approach such a formidable figure?

‘We might have to just let them go…’

Nedro narrowed his eyes as he scrutinized Raon.

‘Wait a minute. He’s severely injured, isn’t he?’

Despite Raon’s formidable aura, a closer look revealed that his black robe and uniform were tattered and bloodstained. He appeared to be gravely wounded.

‘And it’s not just him. They’re all heavily injured.’

Sword Master Serena looked like she could collapse any moment, her uniform soaked with blood. Rimmer and the other warriors were also covered in wounds.

‘Their expressions aren’t good either.’

The Light Wind and Sky Sword Divisions, along with the neutral faction behind them, all looked exhausted. They had clearly been through a grueling battle inside the tomb.

‘Now I see.’

Nedro clenched his fist.

‘They’re bluffing.’

If they had fought against the White Blood Religion, the Black Tower, and the Holy Sword Alliance and emerged with the Sword Saint’s legacy, they couldn’t possibly be in good condition.

Raon Zieghart was putting on a brave front to mask their disadvantage. He was undoubtedly an excellent actor, but the exhausted faces of the warriors behind him were betraying their true state.

‘This is our only chance.’

Once they left this place, it would be impossible to catch them. They had to act now.

Nedro quickly sent a message using his aura, informing the other faction leaders that Raon and his group were bluffing and urging them to stick to their original plan.

The other leaders, noticing the exhausted state of the Zieghart warriors, nodded in agreement.

‘Should I take the lead?’

Typically, when hunting a beast, it was best not to be at the forefront. However, this beast was already severely wounded, and there were plenty of archers behind him to shoot. It was a perfect opportunity to step forward, build his reputation, and expand his influence.

Nedro emerged from the bushes with a relaxed smile, approaching Raon with calm steps.

“Put down your weapons and leave? That makes no sense.”

He stopped about ten paces from Raon, shaking his head.

“This land does not belong to Zieghart. We have no intention of disarming or leaving…”

As he spoke, resting his spear on his shoulder, a powerful gust of wind suddenly hit him. His skin felt like it was being torn apart.

Before the wind even fully subsided, a fierce impact struck his right cheek. The world spun, and all his senses faded.

“A…”

Before he could even groan, his consciousness left his body. The last thing he saw through his closing eyes was Raon Zieghart’s disdainful expression.

Boom!

As Nedro crashed to the ground with his face shattered, the warriors ready to charge froze in place, as if time had stopped.

***

“The ten seconds are up.”

Raon clicked his tongue, having shattered the face of the first warrior who approached. He slung his sheathed Heavenly Sword over his shoulder, looking at the warriors frozen like wooden dolls.

“Uh…”

“So it wasn’t a bluff?”

“Crazy…”

The warriors trembled, looking between the composed Raon and the shattered face of Nedro.

“The warning is over.”

Raon tilted his head, stepping over Nedro’s back as he walked towards the warriors.

“What are you doing?!”

“You can’t expect us to drop our weapons here!”

“Be reasonable!”

“This isn’t Zieghart’s land! Don’t talk nonsense!”

The leaders of various factions shouted in panic, retreating as they raised their voices. Raon memorized their faces and positions.

Using the Supreme Harmony Steps, he moved swiftly. Sand was swept backward as he appeared before a martial artist standing in the front.

“Guh!”

The martial artist, despite being startled, threw a disciplined punch.

Raon dodged the punch by lifting his elbow, then struck the martial artist’s head with the sheathed Heavenly Sword.

Crunch!

The sound of bones breaking echoed as the martial artist spurted blood from his head and collapsed.

“Breaking the heads first seems effective.”

Raon bent his knees and launched himself toward the next martial artist who had spoken out, smashing the sheathed sword into his skull.

“Guh!”

The martial artist cried out, deploying a defensive aura shield.

Crack!

But the force behind Raon’s sheathed sword was too immense. The sword shattered the shield and smashed the martial artist’s forehead.

“Keh!”

The martial artist fell with a pathetic cry.

“Run!”

The third martial artist, a bowman, retreated swiftly. His back-pedaling was faster than a normal person’s forward steps.

However, even the bowman’s footwork couldn’t match the speed of the Supreme Harmony Steps.

Crunch!

Raon caught up and struck the bowman’s head with a crushing blow.

“Argh!”

The bowman screamed, his body bending backward before collapsing.

– Uh…

Wrath spoke cautiously.

– You said you’d handle it with words.

‘I tried, but they didn’t listen.’

Raon tilted his head.

– That wasn’t talking, that was a threat! And when you said you’d break their heads, you meant it literally?

Wrath widened his eyes in disbelief.

‘Yes.’

– You’re completely crazy…

Wrath shook his head, muttering about how insane Raon had become.

‘This will be over soon. Just wait a bit longer.’

Raon smiled faintly, moving towards the fourth martial artist, a magician.

“Huh!”

Realizing he was the target, the magician paled and bent over. He quickly dropped his staff and raised his hands.

“I-I surrender!”

The magician forced a smile, shaking his head.

“You should’ve done that sooner.”

Raon slung the sheathed Heavenly Sword over his shoulder, walking towards the magician.

“Sigh…”

The magician sighed in relief.

“But it’s too late.”

Raon twisted his lips and smashed the magician’s head with the sheathed sword.

Crunch!

The magician collapsed without even a scream. His eyes, which couldn’t close, were filled with resentment.

“He surrendered…”

“Why hit him?”

“Is this even lawful? This isn’t Zieghart’s land!”

The remaining warriors and magicians trembled, shouting.

“I told you. As of today, this land belongs to Zieghart again.”

“Again from today?”

A red-haired warrior narrowed his eyes.

“Yes. This land originally belonged to Zieghart. The master of the tomb acknowledged it, so we are reclaiming it.”

“Do you think that’s reasonable…”

“If I say it, it is.”

Raon moved in a flash, splitting the red-haired warrior’s skull.

“Guh!”

The warrior was struck mid-sentence, biting his tongue as he fell.

“He’s insane.”

“He’s lost his mind!”

“There’s no reasoning with him!”

The warriors, who had become the assailants, turned pale with fear.

“W-wait! I’ll leave!”

“I’ll drop my weapon and retreat, so please stop!”

“It’s too late.”

Raon chuckled coldly, pursuing the retreating warriors. His eyes were filled with a terrifying madness.

“…Is that what you call handling it with words?”

Serena widened her eyes in disbelief.

“Do I not understand the meaning of the word ‘words’?”

“Our captain has trouble with literacy. It’s not your fault, Sword Master.”

Burren sighed, shaking his head.

“Besides, it’s an improvement today. At least he hasn’t drawn his sword.”

“Even without drawing his sword, it looks just as deadly…”

Serena watched as the warriors began coughing up blood and collapsing, sighing.

“The title of Demoness should have gone to him, not me.”

Martha wrinkled her nose.

“Who calls that a chivalrous warrior? He’s just a thug.”

She snorted, looking at Raon.

“Perfectly handsome Raon.”

Runaan muttered, sitting down and dozing off, completely trusting Raon.

“How long will this take?”

“There are many of them, so maybe 20 minutes?”

“There are many, but they’re all scared of the captain. I say five minutes.”

“Ten minutes!”

The Light Wind Division took comfortable positions, betting on when the situation would end.

“Why not place actual bets?”

Rimmer grinned, collecting bets from the warriors.

“Is the Light Wind Division always like this…?”

Serena chuckled in disbelief, watching the impromptu gambling.

“Actually, I’m the only sane one in the Light Wind Division.”

Dorian’s voice came from the right. She turned to see him setting up a cozy sofa and a bonfire from his waist pouch, sighing deeply.

“……”

Serena closed her mouth, shaking her head.

‘This is a den of lunatics…’

***

On the mountainside, where the Sword Saint’s tomb was a tiny dot, Kubara knelt, her hands trembling. She silently swallowed, staring at the back of Derus Robert.

Derus showed no signs of emotion or aura, exuding a dry, mechanical atmosphere that belied the intense fury simmering beneath his exterior. This controlled rage made him more terrifying than any outburst.

Kubara clutched her throat. Breathing was difficult. Merely being in Derus’s presence felt like her heart was being constricted by iron bands.

She couldn’t hold back any longer and gasped for air, drooling slightly as she whimpered. Only then did Derus slowly nod his head.

“It has come to this, after all.”

Derus’s calm voice was laced with a sticky anger. His skin seemed to burn with a sensation of fiery pain.

“It appears that Raon has ruined everything once again, despite the confidence I placed in Delphros, the Grand Advisor, and the animated Sword Saint. No one could have anticipated such an outcome.”

His icy gaze bore into the distance, reflecting Raon’s face with a deadly, crimson hue.

“He has grown stronger. Although it was rumored he had ascended to Grandmaster earlier this year, he seems to have reached the mid-level already.”

“……”

Kubara widened her eyes, staring in the direction of Raon.

‘Mid-level?’

The news that Raon Zieghart had reached the Grandmaster level had spread at the beginning of the year. For him to now be at the mid-level was incomprehensible, even for a prodigy. The rate of his growth was terrifying.

Despite priding herself on remaining composed in any situation, Kubara felt her calm shattering today.

“We shall abandon the secondary plan. With them having survived, it is meaningless.”

Derus nodded, eyes still fixed on Raon.

“Continue with the fragmentation of the Five Spirit Beasts. Given how things have turned out, that might be our only viable path forward.”

“…Understood.”

Kubara swallowed hard, nodding.

‘To already have the next plan…’

Derus was already contemplating his next move, even though a plan that had consumed significant time and resources had failed. The chill of realization made her shiver.

“If we do not establish a definitive strategy, our grand plan could be delayed by a decade.”

Derus sighed, shaking his head.

“This is all my fault.”

He bit his lip, eyes narrowing as he gazed at Raon, who was tearing through the warriors like a wolf among sheep.

“I knew he was a threat, but I did not prioritize him. That is my mistake.”

Derus laughed bitterly at himself, lifting his hand.

A dark, shadowy aura like a crescent moon formed above his palm, pulsating with an eerie light.

Kubara shuddered, watching Derus carve the shadowy aura into the shape of a thin spear. There was no killing intent, no aura, just the palpable presence of death.

“Can this kill him?”

Derus smiled faintly, turning to look at Kubara.

“…Of course.”

Kubara nodded. Even if Derus had restrained his power, there was no way Raon Zieghart could survive that.

“Though part of me thinks I shouldn’t, I cannot help myself.”

Derus murmured, preparing to throw the shadowy spear.

“If he survives this, then it must be fate.”

With those soft-spoken words, the shadowy spear vanished into the night.

***

Raon admired the mountain of unconscious warriors he had created, a satisfied grin on his face.

‘My body feels light.’

The solid, earthy aura the Sword Saint had transferred to him had significantly stabilized his middle dantian. With his physical, mental, and aura balance restored, energy surged through his entire body.

“Please stop! Just stop!”

“I’ll surrender!”

“Have mercy!”

The warriors threw down their weapons and fell to their knees, surrendering. The clatter of metal hitting the ground and the moans of the defeated filled the air.

Raon approached the pile of discarded weapons, preparing to collect them when he heard Wrath’s urgent voice.

– Raon!

‘What is it…’

Raon’s thoughts halted as he sensed an impending danger.

It wasn’t just a danger—it was death itself. The scent of death he remembered from his previous life was right in front of him.

With death so near, his concentration peaked. Time seemed to slow, allowing him to see the air’s movement.

He couldn’t block it. He couldn’t dodge it.

Even if Wrath took over his body, his heart would be pierced the moment they swapped places.

The only action he could take was to thrust his sheathed sword forward. But even that would be futile against the overwhelming death bearing down on him.

As the scenes of his life flashed before his eyes, he tried to find a way out.

Then, in the very last memory, he saw the image of the Sword Saint passing on his martial arts to him. The technique from the last chapter of the Sword Saint’s teachings— the blade-breaking technique known as Pahgeommu—came to mind.

Just as its name suggested, it was a technique meant to break a blade to save one’s life.

It wouldn’t be perfect, but it might buy him a fraction of a second.

Biting his lip until it bled, Raon executed Demon-Slaying Sword Technique with the sheathed sword.

Crack!

The sheath shattered like a spider’s web, forming a thin barrier in front of him.

But the death-bearing aura shattered the barrier instantly, heading straight for his heart.

He had bought no more than 0.1 seconds.

Was it all for nothing…?

Raon felt death pierce his skin.

But he didn’t close his eyes.

Determined to fight until the end, he focused his gaze forward.

Suddenly, the space to his left split diagonally, and a blue radiance flashed from the right sky.

Clang!

With a deafening sound, the world around Raon shattered into pieces.